Oh, sorry. I guess it's not Hilary Swank doing the ass-kicking; it's really Syd. She disposes of the lab coats rather quickly and frees Good Ethan, who starts sputtering that he can't see. We can, buddy, and gross eye experiment or no, you still look damn fine to us. Syd checks out some vial on a tray and discovers that the lab coats used a photo-reactive acid on Good Ethan's eyes. She wraps his eyes with gauze so the light won't bother him as we switch over to Sergeant So Fine and his heart-attack quarry. Jezek's at a computer. He types something in and announces that Vaughn's in the system. Vaughn then slams his elbow into Jezek's face (call me crazy, but I just LOVE it when Vaughn gets to be a bad ass), knocking him out. Then he shoves another needle into Jezek's neck, probably the antidote or whatever to the original crap he stuck in there. Vaughn click-clacks at the computer.

Liquid Syd and Good Ethan race pell-mell down the hallway. Good Ethan's all, what happened to Agent D'Overbite? Syd's all, hang on, I just have to kick a some guard's ass by running up this wall and then spinning down. Woo. Look at me go. Oh, hey, one of them has a knife. Uh-oh. Good Ethan scrambles along the ground, lifts up his gauze, finds a gun, and sort of aims it at the blur that is Syd and the guard at the end of the hall. Luckily, his eyes aren't so funky that he can't meet his mark. The guard goes down, and Syd and Good Ethan make a break for it.

Airborne Arena Of All-Too Attractive Agents. Syd's bending over Good Ethan (not like that! Her boyfriend's on the plane too! God!), putting drops in his eyes. What, did he break his hands too? He can't put the drops in himself? He's blind, not crippled! Then, before Syd can jump on Good Ethan's lap and start making like Showgirls, her boyfriend enters, doing all sorts of wrong things to your basic black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans.

Syd says something to Good Ethan about his eyes normalizing in a few minutes, and walks over to her boyfriend. He's all, you okay? She's all, way to ask about the almost-blind guy in the corner, dude. "Whaddya think?" she asks, obviously questioning Good Ethan's state of mind. Vaughn's all, well, he looks good to me. And I do mean GOOD. Syd's all, dude? Has he gone psycho on us? Keep to the straight and narrow, sweetheart, or I am turning this plane around. Vaughn glances over at Good Ethan. "No signs of any post-traumatic stress disorder or symptoms of behavior modification," he says, looking scrumptious. Syd's all, he was doing just fine with the lab coat guys, and he even risked losing his sight to get us out. Vaughn's all, eh, I dunno. I think he has the hots for you. Syd's all, FOCUS, FLYBOY. She glances back, and Good Ethan's slouched in a chair, rubbing at his eyes and wearing what looks like Vaughn's casual Friday wardrobe -- dark pants, blue oxford, brown leather jacket, they're all here. Syd turns back to her boyfriend and is all, yeah, well, we'll know more after the psych evaluation. They share a smile, and Syd goes back to talk to Good Ethan instead of following Vaughn up into the front portion of the plane and making her own little entry into the mile-high club. She's not the brightest bulb in the pack when it comes to making hay while the sun shines, is she?